Yargh. For the second day in a row I managed to double my step count, but today the knee gave me a twinge. I did 6,800-something steps yesterday, 7,300-something today, without really trying. Yesterday was sorting books in the garage. Today was errands, or at least it was supposed to be. One minute I'm thinking---like a normal person----"I just need to get this key copied"-----and the next thing I know I'm looking at a cart which has two HUGE sacks of potting soil in it, three bags of sunflower seeds---because you have to pay squirrel protection around here----and enough pots, plants, and seeds to recreate Versailles in my garden this year. Or at least on my front porch.

Depot my ass. They need to just call it a crack house and have done with it.

I'd like to write more but Shadow---my Grumpaluffagus, my scarred ex feral who hisses at everyone but me----has once again made me into the big spoon and is using my arm as a pillow.

Weird thing: ever since they started giving me that anxiety med that actually reduces nightmares, I have not had a single instance where I woke up gasping. Not one.

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(I think gin's on something different than what I was - and will be starting again tomorrow - taking. Mine is prazosin, which is now generic. Original use is, among other things, control of high blood pressure, and somewhere along the way it was noticed that people with PTSD taking it had fewer nightmares.)

Yes, I'm taking Prazasin, too. I've been taking Wellbutrin for a few years, it was extraordinary the difference that made. It felt like my personality had returned to my body for the first time in years. I recognized myself again. I WAS myself again.

Of course, that self has the patience of a gnat and hates twits, eejits, status quo warriors, fucknuts, fucknuggets, blithering simps, gamergaters, Trumpies, Berniebros, AND Susan Sarandon, but still.

Yeah. Hardware stores, garden supply stores... evil. (I can at least avoid the "big box" stores, because I've got Ace Hardware about a mile away, and there's Henery's (True Value) over in Kingston. The really evil part is that both have sort of gift-store sections, dishes, candles... Oh, and everything one needs to can. Which reminds me, I need a couple more half-gallon mason jars for holding different kinds of pasts. *adds to list*)

And it's not at all weird that you don't wake up gasping when you've got medication keeping nightmares away. (I'm about to go back on Prazosin for the same reason *sigh* - had really been doing well until Nov. 8th, and then my anxiety levels really ramped up in January.)

Good to hear you've finally got some effective medication. About time, too - Ativan is not exactly anything cutting edge. You'd think someone would have tried that for you earlier, but whatever. I'm just glad it's working now.